xp_logs | Rogue and Scott -- Gymtime conversations

Rogue and Scott have a conversation and Rogue decides to meddle, as per usual.

There were pros and cons to this strange sieve brain she had.

Pro: she was an adult, and as such was allowed certain liberties. She had her own suite, had access to the Danger Room, had a driver's license, and was allowed to drink.

Con: she kept forgetting where her suite was, she had no idea how to use her powers which apparently she'd mastered (the new ones, not the skin one), and people were either walking on eggshells with her or had no clue who she was.

At least that last piece had more to do with this new world than anything else. Not that she even knew what she was missing in the first place. God this was hard.

Deciding against the Danger Room, she headed to one of the smaller gyms, so that she could at least work out. From the way Logan made it sound, she was pretty active and worked out regularly. Part of her wondered if he was just saying that so she wouldn't lie in bed all day, but it was actually good to get out.

Once she'd warmed up on the treadmill, she headed to a punching bag, and started slowly jabbing it. The speed and intensity slowly built as she poured out all her frustrations until one well-timed punch later, the bag was demolished, sand leaking everywhere. "Goddamnit!," she cried out, falling down to her knees. "God fucking shit piss fuck damnit!!!!"

"You know that's not unusual right, we have a supply of those bags since someone punches through them at least once a day," or blasts, or cuts or obliterates or burns. It was surprising they had any bags left, Scott noted from the doorway where he'd been observing Rogue pound the defenseless bag into paste. "Are you ok Rogue?" he asked crossing the room to stand by the young woman.

Rogue turned suddenly at Scott's approach. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, and her face was turning red from anger. "No, Ah'm not okay. As if it wasn't hard enough to have one set of powers Ah can't control, now Ah got another set. Ah broke mah chair in my room, Ah destroyed this here punchin' bag, Ah woke up in the middle of the air last night because Ah can FLY now. So. Ah don't know at what point any of this is supposed ta be normal, when Ah jus' wanna remember again." She gave a swift kick to the bag and it went flying in the air, crashing against a wall. "See?! That was supposed ta jus' be a tap!"

"We can always rebuild the chair, and the punching bag and whatever else gets damaged, you've been her long enough to to know how good we are at that. At least you haven't blasted a wall through the roof or a wall," a guilty look passed over Scott's face, he couldn't remember the number of times he'd managed to blow a hole in the mansion. "The X-man pulled out a hanky and passed it to Rogue, "New powers are always tough to handle, but it's just about being careful and working on your control." Scott sighed and gave her a wry look, "Which is something you know and don't really need me telling you again," he relented before cocking his head, "You want a work out here you can go all out and it doesn't matter what you break?"

"Ah want things ta make sense again," she cried out, reaching up to rub her forehead in frustration. "And Ah'm scared that the longer this here brain damage goes on for, the harder it'll be for me to reclaim mah thoughts." Another sigh. She could almost feel the tears bottling up, but she had cried so much about this already, damn if she was going to cry anymore. Time to get angry about it, rather than be despondent.

"And these powers....yes, Ah wanna learn how ta control them. Ah used to be able to, right? At least, the new ones? Ah know mah skin is still a mystery. Always will be."

Scott nodded slowly, "Yeah, you can control your powers, always had been in the past at least and," he gave the girl an apologetic look, "We haven't yet figured out the skin, but you've learned to live with it and cope better than anyone else I know."

Rogue gave a snort. "Ya, that's sure some comfort. Cope better than most...well, Ah surely ain't got a choice, now do Ah?" She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Ah dunno. This is hard. Ah'm sorry. Ah shouldn't be takin' it out on ya,but Ah jus' don't know what to do. It's been a couple o' weeks, an' Ah haven't remembered anythin' at all."

"Don't push yourself too hard," Scott advised, sinking to the ground next to Rogue, "It's only been a week, no-one expects you to recover from something like this that fast. We're all just glad you're up and about right now. Your memories will come back, you just have to have a little faith in the doctors here, besides, if you don't have anything to do then I'm sure I can find something to keep you busy."

She gave him a pointed look. "Uh huh. No thanks. Ah bet your idea is somethin' like trainin' more or cleanin'.". Rogue tilted her head at him. "Are you okay? Are ya copin' an' all? Things changed for you too..."

"I was gonna suggest updating some of the artwork around the mansion, but if that's how you feel," Scott deadpanned before sighing and giving Rogue a small smile, "I'm...hanging in here. You know how it is."

"Pardon mah French, but that's a bullshit answer," Rogue responded bluntly. "Ya look like crap. Ah bet you haven't slept in ages, am ah right?"

"I sleep," Scott defended himself, for a few hours here and there he left unsaid, he didn't want to give Rogue any more ammunition. "Besides, who has time to sleep? There's always too much work to do," and to many nightmares to avoid.

"An' Ah bet y'all are takin' everythin' on, and not even lettin' people help ya, no matter what they say." Rogue gave him a pointed look. "Don't be lyin' to yourself, Scott. If ya need time, take it. Go steal Logan's motorcycle for a change, and get some fresh air. There's lots of people here to take care o' things. It don't always gotta be you."

"Something no-one else can do, or I wouldn't ask anyone else to do," Scott replied sadly, "besides, you know the first rule of leadership, never ask someone to do anything you wouldn't do yourself" he told her in a more upbeat tone of voice, "besides I think I'd have a mutiny if I asked anyone to do all my paperwork."

"Uh huh." Rogue still wasn't convinced. Her conversation with Adrienne weighed heavy on her mind, and seeing everyone slowly crack...well, it was only a matter of time before Scott did too. "Ah'd be happy ta help. Ah'm workin' for Adri, but Ah could use the opportunity ta learn more.". She gave him a look. "Ya ain't turnin' me down."

"You think you can keep up with working for Miss Frost and helping out with the paperwork around here?" Scott shook his head and smiled, "Talk about aiming big, are you planning on having any free time set aside for yourself?"

"From the looks o' things, Ah been havin' way too much free time." Rogue cocked an eyebrow. "An' don't be tellin' me otherwise. Ah know Ah'd rather sit around than do anythin' at all. So. Ah can be your helper too. If it's jus' organizin' or whatever, Ah'm happy to do it." This way she could keep an eye on him, just to be on the safe side.

"Just so you know, I consider wrangling Logan a very important job," Scott objected, "hardly anyone can do it so I wouldn't say you had exactly too much free time. Though if you want to help, I'm not gonna say no." he nodded in the direction of his office, "most of the stuff is just signing off on new training requests or equipment. You have no idea how much stuff we go through, and it all has to be accounted for."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone say Logan's that bad? Ah hardly have any trouble with that one, but yeah, Ah'm usually free evenings an' weekends, so consider me yours durin' that time." She gave him a mock salute. "Fearless leader, it's okay to ask for help. We all need ta do it sometimes. An' Ah think, or least Ah hope," she corrected herself, "that we are friends and not jus' student and teacher. So listen to me, aiight?"

"I'll keep that in mind," he told her. Some things no-one could help with, but he did appreciate the effort. "So then I'll expect you bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow evening." he told her with a smile.

"How about mid-afternoon, when Ah'm done with mah first taskmaster, and then ah'm yours for the biddin'?"

"Sounds like a plan," Scott agreed his trademark evil glint appearing in his eye, ""I can't wait."